Praxis

October 17, 1989. Yours truly was shy of about being ten months old by ten days when the Loma Prieta shook the entire Bay Area. The third game of the world series was interrupted, the cypress freeway collapsed, around 60 people died that day from fal...

While there was still some construction going on in a particular building of the UC Berkeley campus, I hopped the fence and found out that there was an unlocked grate leading into the infamous Steam Tunnel system. I went in three times, the last of w...

There's a space between the roof and the rooms in the upper floor of my house that I've never properly explored. I suspect that many secrets might be hiding there. So, to accomplish this task I've decided to explore that secret place.

Though most of those completing this task interpreted "secret place" as a place that was a secret from others, I chose to think of "secret place" as a place that holds a lot of my secrets, so I give you all Cotee River Park. Cotee River Park is locat...

I went on an exploratory journey about my university's Christian Center. Whilst there, a quite kind civilian was willing to show me a secret place above their quiet and eccentrically decorated prayer room. What did we find? Ourselves. Okay, so it was...

Sunol water temple..many do not know this place...let alone know there are two...across the bay from one another..this one is far more secretive then the other..as it is back in the wilderness next to a rock face of a mountain...standing along by its...

About a month ago, I spent a weekend in Yosemite with some friends. While hiking around and taking in the unparalleled majesty that surrounded us (and in my case, getting a terrible bit of altitude headache for a while), we found a nice big hole in a...

I went camping with three friends in late May, 2011, and we set up shop on a little beach-y spot, tucked away along the river you see there. It's far enough back that you can't see it at all from the photo, and it was probably not that great of a pla...

This is where it ended for me.
My time with the A.G. was over in some small, useless town. In New Jersey, no less.
That was a year ago.
I took a friend a mine, a woman named Melia Turnwell, to this spot. I needed to go back, but I couldn't do it a...